As the moon begins to rise
As my devils too--
Start to conjoin,




This is bad.

is selflessness a sweet way to self-destruction?*









*well--
it's their problem for having a bad attitude
after all the concerns and cares people gave to them.

macam sakit
macam pedih
macam kecewa







ya, kecewa.

Love*
is it a noun or a verb?









*an understatement.

"It's not about literal. It's about how technical you can relate with things that's happening in here. Searching for a meaning over places you've been, or will be. Take all the time you want, for not everyone is there for you when needed the most.
Regardlessly, it's your life to make sense with, not theirs." -S

someone once said to me that
such agony in broken heart that
s/he equalized it with die alone that
in time it made me realize that
it must have hurt them such in pain that
no one could have not fathom what
they're in right now.




*such a valid tale.

they say autumn is beautiful
yet everything is dying--







so does white lie

You can be like*  Haiku  while--
everyone else is rhyming with

*Senryu.

Today we learn.
Tomorrow we remember.
Past few moment we shared.
Always expect the unexpected
But when it did
We never ready anyway.

Life must go on,
Love.

It hurts for a cut
because we know how it felt seeing the blood.

this yet more than that,
seeing a little soul, its tears, it sneeze, its shivery, its cries, its hard
for the love in a cup
of people by heart.

*Please get well soon, buddy

It is that wind on your cheeks,
that bird chirping in your ears,
that small wave on your feet.

It was never those gentle lies.

the leaves look so lively
with its birds resting sleeplessly
as I recognise the sun shines passionately
unlike my back of mind, deadly--
parting it ways from gay to blue, intensely
yet longing for no more, lovely.

Someone's been talking
some others been listening
this one
been writing
and listening
unfortunately
not for him
it's The Shins "Caring is Creepy" been playing
deep inside been asking
"when will the class ends, Darling?"

it takes Dali to know surreal; and
it takes you to confuse what's real.

*******.

youve clutched my arteries with your similes
i am sinking in deep in the ocean sea
though it's hard to breathe
breathe it anyway

she doesn't craving for his kiss
she doesn't yearning for his hug
she doesn't longing for his touch
she doesn't desiring for his caress
she doesn't aching for his stroking

literally

she doesn't longing for his miss
she doesn't desiring for his care
she doesn't craving for his honesty
she doesn't yearning for his sincerity
she doesn't aching for his "its killing me seeing you with anyone else but me" beauty*

now put the doesn't away
she wants him--
all

Aşk Diye
It's a Turkish song
it's beautifully written
with such appealing letters
that slowly beat, drib drab
this shady shape heart
which echoed thru'
all these rearin'
veins.

look me to live
read me to know
sing me to sleep
walk me to old
poem me to death.

Mask is a rare piece in tangibility
yet
a commoner in intangibility.

how poetic human can be;
**forevermore.

you know how homed it is to you when you have nothing to return to unless to them.
today
my cat died.*
*I die a lil inside.

Roses are red,
Violet is blue;
Just breathe
And this poem is meant for *you.

Sometimes
once is longer than--
twice or thrice,

because you came and remains.

Always in confuse
like spinning wheel broke its fuse--
never in amuse.

for every song that i've heard
it's all for you, with you and* **** *you.

what does it mean to be lonely?‎*






*the unwanted feeling.
the no one cares feeling.
the no one left for you feeling.
the no one ones feeling.
the saddest feeling 'cause everyone is busying with everybody but you.
that kind of feeling.

Hold on, we are going home.

Wash all your dirts away,
paint new color to the newest you,
scrub them like 42-carat diamond into you,
and goodbye,
we're finally coming home.

I saw the glimpse of your smile
while reading out my love
for I, calling on your warmth
before you, falling in, another love.

You're the cup of my tea,
You're the bitter of my twenty.







**Adios, Amigo.